I Became His Sweetheart

Ford could not come up with an answer, and Sheena did not press further. “Never mind, let’s go. Let’s see what he’s up to.” After casually tidying up her desk, they drove to the hospital.

In the ward, someone had wrapped themselves up like a Swiss roll, burying their head deep into the blanket.

The nurse sighed, “Mr. Freeman, you still have a fever. You'll have trouble breathing wrapped up like that, and... can | please administer the IV for you!”

Despite the efforts of the medical staff and Owen’s persuasion, the “Swiss roll” on the hospital bed remained utterly unresponsive.

As Sheena walked in, she could not help but mock, “Oh, it seems tomorrow’s headline will be: Former CEO of the Freeman Group Commits Suicide by Suffocation as He Refused an IV Treatment.”

Owen noticed her arrival and respectfully greeted her, “Ms. Lawson.” Sheena nodded slightly in response and approached Elijah’s bedside.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

Before she could say anything, the “Swiss roll” suddenly grabbed her wrist. Elijah emerged from the blanket, his head poking out. Due to the fever, his normally domineering and cold gaze now appeared

vulnerable.

He stared at Sheena’s face, ensuring he had not mistaken her for someone else. From now on, he would never make that mistake again.

“Sheena, you finally came. | woke up and didn’t see you, and | missed you...”

Due to the fever, Elijah’s voice had a slight nasal quality, sounding somewhat childish and even a bit

coquettish.

The medical staff and Owen in the room exchanged confused glances.

Was this the same man who exuded hostility just ten minutes ago and looked ready to devour anyone who crossed his path? How did he change his demeanor so quickly?

Sheena, on the other hand, was creeped out by his words. “Did you fry your brain from the fever? Should we just toss your brain out now?”

Elijah was at a loss for words. Any emotions he had instantly evaporated, “Sheena, I'd like to have a private conversation with you.”

After a moment of consideration, Sheena did not refuse. She looked at the nurse and directed her words to Elijah, “Start the IV first. Otherwise, we won't discuss anything.”

Chacher 237 212 With his deep, nasal-toned voice, Elijah responded, “Alright.”

The nurse approached, but Elijah still tightly held Sheena’s wrist, making it impossible for her to administer the IV.

Sheena noticed this and frowned. “Let go of me. How are we supposed to start the IV if you keep holding on like this?TM

Without saying a word, Elijah decisively brought his other hand out from under the blanket, keeping a tight grip on Sheena’s wrist with his right hand.

Back in the basement, his mind was hazy from the torment of the drug. When the basement door opened, allowing light to stream in, his sole thought was to grasp the figure he had once lost. However, no matter how hard he tried, the seemingly close distance felt forever out of reach.

That experience was more despairing than the torture of the M—drug. Now that he was awake and had managed to reclaim her, Elijah had no intention of letting go! As he contemplated this, he felt a force pushing his hand away.

It was Sheena.